The Dead #2 Cover Novels & Stories

The threads of the twilight Dark became tighter. The next moment, he sent a Call along these black magic veins. Just one short burst of energy. Just one pulse beat. None of the living beings understood what had happened. No one saw the eyes of four thousand dead buried in steel coffins flash blood-red. And the eyes of thousands more buried without any precautions. A thick layer of earth and soft grass muffled their loud howl tearing the Dark. Then, the dead became quiet again, and the crimson light went out, as if it had never been.

Soon the spurts subsided and the five braced themselves to turn, each unaware of who had dealt the deathblow, and hoping against hope that it had not been them. Eddie gave a final kick. His arm dangled over the side of the rubber-covered hospital mattress. He was still now, as graceful in death as Geraldine hoped he had managed to be in life. Though of that, she wasn’t the judge and jury. Yes, the world may be ending, but she still believed in some things. The walls around the end of the bed, like the floor beneath those soon to squeak wheels, were adorned with ruby pinwheels of blood. It was an ugly, yet beautiful sight. Exquisite and pure.

I know that magic is just an illusion, a trick. Dusting my clothes, I made my way toward my team. They had now assembled themselves in one place, their eyes still holding surprise, and I could guess that they were waiting for me to explain. The crowds were as silent as a graveyard. They weren't making any of their stupid noises, and I am sure they were still trying to recover from the shock of seeing me again. That made me remember a story in the Bible that our Sunday school teacher told us about. It was the story of a man named Lazarus who was resurrected from the dead. The only difference between us is that I have been dead for two months, or should I say suffering and wandering around an

I growled and he shifted realizing that I was changing before his eyes. "Nice to meet you, Death," he purred and I instantly transformed into my dark inky mass. I watched the reaper try to break forth but Rai resisted and remained himself. I pushed my excited Death back and continued tying him face down to the bed. I pulled off his pants and underwear and bit his ass cheek, making him jump. I spread his legs and tied each of them as well. Rai watched me curiously as I headed back to the cabinet and came back with a medium size butt plug and a lit candle.

His voice was getting frantic. Duke was not moving; his eyes were shut and his skin glistened with the first drops of rain that had come with the rumbling sky. “Duke!” Tim screamed. He had felt the panic in Jason’s voice and young as he was, he understood what that meant. Jack stood by the side, tears glimmering in his eyes. It seemed the boy had already given up on life before it started. “He is dead, is he not?” he asked.

A book is open as a triggering start where HE glances quick and cunningly smiles, starting with the words and the introduction. “DEATH REINCARNATE.” Titled, or perhaps just a random word that pops from HIS mind. The listener draws a sinister smile as it hides the very lust eyes its gazes towards the book it’s reading and started. Still playing as the ambiance set the mood. HE continues.

The metallic cuffs chilled my wrists. Did I hear him right? Did my boss die right at midnight? I immediately blurted, "You're not arresting me just because I suggested he was holding his own funeral, are you?" A frown creased the cop's forehead. "We take crimes seriously."

The intricate designs that were on the cover page were gone and the cover with the vibrant green and blue colours was now dull. It looked as if it was… dead. Yeah. That was the term. There was no life in it. “Why does it look as if it's dead?" I asked as I took it from Kellen. “It's because it is," Poppy said and I felt a jolt pass through me. It felt as if I had lost a family member and that feeling wasn't pleasant. When I opened the Vale Grimoire, I felt as if my heart had jumped out of my chest.

My fiancé sent me overseas and immediately burned my wallet, threw away my phone, and tore up my visa. He did it all to make sure I couldn't return home and ruin his wedding to his first love. His friends tried to warn him. "Don't go too far. What if your fiancée really gets angry?" But my fiancé didn't care at all. "She's gotten too spoiled because I've always treated her too well. I'm just teaching her to be more understanding. Besides, Yvonne and I aren't really getting married. I'm only doing this so her dying grandmother can pass away without regrets. Nothing will happen between us. Once the wedding is over, I'll make it up to Winnie." The moment his wedding ended, he rushed to find me

Christine could barely wait. The next day, she immediately took Henry to Nate's place. When Nate saw her, he stopped her at the door. "What the hell are you two doing here?" "Is Jason hiding in your place?" Christine angrily barged in. Nate did not stop her. When Christine saw my funeral portrait and urn in the middle of the living room, she was suddenly stunned. With suppressed anger, Nate said, "See? He's dead. Dead." The next second, Christine maniacally swept everything, including my funeral portrait and urn, to the ground.